The Hunt

I had a dream. Yet..again. I was being hunted.

It has been a usual occurrence at this point. I go to bed, fall asleep, and then comes the bizarre visions. Different, every time. The visuals, that I mistake for reality, are so intense that I wake up in a cold sweat. This time was again going to be no different, but I was wrong. This was worse. The crippling fear that I could not shake after waking up, the shivers that sent a chill down my spine still alive, and his voice...the most chilling one I've ever heard, was unlike anything before. The man before me, this man I'd never met before, the one who joined me in my dream..was very much real. And now, he is there..standing across the street. Dressed in a black suit, with his black hair set in, his calm appearance was so opposite to what he is inside, it made my blood run dry. How can anyone ever recognise a predator among the crowd when they just look like everyone else, when they look so contrasting to what they are truly capable of.

I turned back, it doesn't matter if I get late for the classes. The priority here is avoiding the visions I saw in my dream. I cannot let that man see me. I continued on my path, behind the buildings, inside the alleys, If I only reach that spot. The spot that was my safe space. I kept looking around and behind to make sure he wasn't around, that he wasn't following me. Until I got close to my destination, my spot..nothing. Relief surrounded me when I finally got close, but then the relief turned into horror. I froze.. for a second. My breathing, irregular in its track, started choking me on its own. That man..the object of my fear, was there..sitting inside my safe spot. Smiling. Barring his teeth. Mumbling the words..I saw his lips move..'Found you.' And then the world around me turned to black..as I faintly heard the sound of horn and screeches..as I fell into the abyss.